Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept. 12
(No 4)
where I proposed to await the evening flight of Ducks.
While he was thus engaged I beat a portion of
the marsh with the little spaniel who put up three
Snipe one of which I shot. This bird rose ahead of
the dog from some tall grass and alighted - after flitting
eight or ten yards - on a perfectly bare, level stretch of
mud when it stood erect evidently watching the dog.
When I advanced it squatted and then rose flying off
very swiftly until stopped by my charge.
[margin]Gallinago
delicata[/margin]
  Soon after bagging the Snipe I was walking along the bank
of the river when I saw a Black Duck coming. I
crouched in the grass before he caught sight of me but
had no time to change my shells. However it made no
difference for when he came overhead I rose and brought
him down with a charge of #10 shot. He fell in the river
and the little spaniel at once swam out to but would
not touch him so I had to call on Mr. Hubbard & Will
who had meanwhile appeared in their boat and who
picked up the bird for me. It is very singular that
this Duck did not see me in time to save his
life for I was walking rapidly & on perfectly open
ground and he was within 100 yards before I saw
him.
[margin]Black
Duck[/margin]
  [delete]It was now time to go[/delete] I now went to the shooting stand
which Jim had made. This was merely a seat
formed by driving four stout stakes into the mud
and nailing cross pieces to support a small platform
[delete]which was[/delete] raised just above the level of the
water and surrounded by tall [delete]marsh[/delete] grass.
  Soon after sunset scattered Black Ducks began to
[margin]Evening
Shooting in
Outlet
Marshes[/margin]
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